He walked across the dimly lit hallway and perched his back against the stone wall beneath a burning lamp, his arms crossed over his chest. It was a posture that could be construed as both of waiting and pondering as was wont of a man when he was silence. There were few times in Dietrich's life in which he was forced to stop and think about a situation. He usually was one to just do was he please when the whim suited him most, not caring much about anything but himself. It was a way of life that he found not only suited him but benefited him many a time and would probably not be given up any time soon. But things were different now, that he could tell. Because, after all, it was like it was everyday that he came across a nigh dead youngling straggling on his door step. And furthermore it wasn't every day that he actually had the nerve to take in a stranger into his domicile to be nursed and cared for.
Still, he wondered to himself, just what he was going to do with this young vampire that called herself Quillin. One thing was for sure, he wanted to see her gone as soon as was possible. However, considering the state he had found her in, he knew that she was probably not yet strong enough to enter the wilderness on her own and survive to see the light of the moon. Dietrich himself knew better than anyone (except Cronus perhaps) the hazards of living on his own, the ever-present fear and danger of hunters, of the sun, of wild creatures that would perhaps be too much for him, of if he was going to find his next meal. True, the experience had left him haggard most of the time but surviving on his own also hardened him, made him stronger in spirit and moreover fortified his will to survive. Thusly, he became ruthless and learned how to save his skin in sticky situations but nonetheless he allowed his experiences to teach him, to mold him, to make him stronger. He was younger then, at least four hundred years or so, and did not have the benefit of a teacher to show him how to survive on his own. He had nothing but himself.
Dietrich grimaced to himself, though only the heavens knew why. Perhaps, he considered, I could teach her something while she's here. Show her a few things about how to survive in a world that hates her kind. He did not have much time to ponder on this before she appeared out of Lady Beniste's room in a nice little frock. The scarlet velvet was well set against the gold trim of the bell sleeves. The torso itself had a built in bodice in which did not seem to need tightening as far as Dietrich could tell. There was no empire waist as one would have thought would be apart of a dress of such an old age. Though it was medieval in itself, it had a retro charm to it and Dietrich nodded to Quillin in approval. "Good choice," he said before motioning her to follow him to the dining room. "Did you see anything else you like so far?" he questioned her when they reached the hall where the room was being set across a long table.
